Mr. Sheng's Newly Married Mute Wife

Wang Qingwan felt relieved when she heard Shen Jianxi promise personally that he would not break off the engagement.

She sniffed and said, "I want to live in Zijin Garden."

"No," Shen Jianxi refused decisively.

"Why not?" Wang Qingwan's eyes widened immediately. "Let's go get the marriage certificate right away, and then we'll be a real couple. That's my home!"

Shen Jianxi pushed her away, pretending to bend down to pick up the scattered things on the ground, and said without raising his head: "It doesn't matter whether you get the marriage certificate or not, it's better for you to live with your parents. I'm busy with work all day and rarely go back. You won't be able to stand guarding an empty house all day. It's more lively at your parents' place, and you won't be bored."

"Why is it not important? Anyway, we are not going to have a wedding right away. Once we get the marriage certificate, it will be legal for me to live in Zijin Garden." Wang Qingwan pouted and twisted her body: "It is our home. We will live there sooner or later."

"No, I plan to buy us a new wedding house. Zijinyuan is too old." Shen Jianxi said, and his hand holding a pen paused for a moment, as if he thought of something, and soon returned to normal.

"Okay, it's better to buy a new wedding house!" Wang Qingwan immediately became happy, "I'll choose, let's sell Zijinyuan."

Shen Jianxi remained silent.

After finishing her cleaning, Wang Qingwan went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Shen Jianxi walked to other offices and found that the company was eerily quiet. Everyone had their heads down as if they were busy, but in fact they all had obscure expressions and occasionally exchanged complicated glances with each other.

Shen Jianxi felt tired and gave a few simple instructions, asking the original design team leader to temporarily take over the position of design director.

He originally didn't think much of the clothing business and wanted to reduce it slowly, so he didn't want to invest more energy and money in it. But when he thought of Yan Liang, he became a little hesitant. If Yan Liang were to manage it, it would surely prosper, right?

Xiyan, a newly established company, no matter how much it creates miracles in the industry, its foundation is still shallow. When he has the chance to talk to Yanliang in the future, if she is willing, he will make Fanjian independent.

Thinking of Yanliang, he felt sour, painful, and angry, with mixed feelings.

Yan Liang didn't know what Shen Jianxi was planning. At noon, Shang Zixuan came directly to the company to find her, leaving her with no way to avoid him.

Shang Zixuan took her hand and came out, looking at Yan Liang with both eyes, as if she had just met her. The more she looked, the more sad she felt. She wiped her eyes from time to time: "Yan Liang, I know you are angry with your mother. In fact, I pay attention to you every moment. Knowing that you can speak again and won the first place, I was so happy that I cried!"

Yan Liang lowered his head slightly, looking at the shadow on the ground moving forward with his body, and said nothing.

"Qingwan hugged me and cried when she came back. I was very angry with her, but seeing her like that, I couldn't bear to abandon her. Besides, your father scolded her so much. I was worried that he would beat her in anger, so I stayed to persuade them." Shang Zixuan continued to talk, "My daughter, you have Boyan by your side now, I feel relieved."

Yan Liang curled his lips and his voice became gentle: "I know, you don't have to feel bad. After all, she is your daughter who you raised since she was a child. You are my daughter. I don't ask for too much, don't worry."

Shang Zixuan couldn't hold back her tears when she heard this: "Child, you are really angry with me. I'm sorry, I was wrong. You are the most important to me. You are my biological daughter who has been lost for nearly 30 years. You are a piece of flesh that fell from my body."

Yan Liang's heart softened, and he hurriedly comforted her: "Don't worry, I know, after all, we haven't seen each other for so many years, and now I am an adult, and I have experienced so much, I have developed a personality that is difficult to get close to people, not just to you, but to others as well. Don't be sad, I will slowly adapt."

"Yeah!" Shang Zixuan hugged Yan Liang distressed, "Mom understands, I'm not in a hurry, I will wait for you to truly accept me as your mother."

The rift between mother and daughter was resolved, and they had a pleasant lunch together.

Yanliang saw Shang Zixuan off. Although the autumn afternoon sun was still hot, the wind brought a hint of coolness. The sky was a gorgeous blue, the clearest blue of the four seasons.

There is a bakery downstairs of the company. Yan Liang took a deep breath of the sweet air and felt that life was becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable.

Until the end of the get off work day, Yan Liang did not receive any text messages or calls from Sheng Boyan. She was fully immersed in her work and did not notice anything unusual.

When she got home and just walked to the entrance, Chenchen ran out crying and threw himself into her arms, calling "Auntie" over and over again with his little mouth. His soft little voice melted Yanliang's heart.

Jiang Xiaomei chased out in slippers, holding a plate of cake, muttering, "I hadn't finished eating yet, and when I heard you open the door, I ran out like crazy. There's butter on my mouth, don't rub it on your aunt!"

Yan Liang smiled and let Chenchen rub her face. She envied Jiang Xiaomei for having such a lovely little angel by her side.

"It's okay, I'll wash it later." Yan Liang smiled and picked up Chenchen and walked into the living room.

Yan Liang instinctively felt that something was different at home today. He glanced around and was suddenly surprised. Why didn't he see Aunt Sheng?

Sheng Shaojun seldom goes out. Even if he goes out occasionally, he will go out when Yan Liang and the others are at work, and he will go home long before they come back.

Yan Liang asked casually: "Where is Aunt Sheng?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her since I came back."

Chenchen interrupted: "Grandma didn't go to pick Chenchen up today, Chenchen came back by himself!"

"Really?" Yan Liang looked at Chenchen doubtfully. The kindergarten was right inside the community, so it was not surprising that Chenchen could come back by himself.

Sister Yun came out of the kitchen and handed Yan Liang a cup of hot milk: "Madam, have a cup of milk first. I just heated it up."

"Thank you." Yan Liang took it with a smile, "Sister Yun, where's Aunt Sheng? Is she out?"

Sister Yun's expression froze, and her eyes were a little evasive: "I don't know what I saw on the Internet this morning. I was furious and called the young master. The young master came over quickly. The mother and son were locked in the study room and seemed to be arguing."

"Oh?" Yan Liang opened his mouth in surprise.

Jiang Xiaomei also came over curiously to listen.

"After that, the young master came out and hurriedly packed up some of the old lady's things, and took her out. He also said," Sister Yun hesitated for two seconds before speaking as if she had made up her mind, "that the old lady was going to move back home, and asked me to tell the young lady that he would not be back tonight because he had something to do, and not to call the old lady."

Yan Liang frowned, a little worried that Sheng Shaojun might have had another attack.

She had been living very well during this period and seemed to be in a good mood. I was still urging her to have a baby a few days ago. Why did she suddenly move back to the old house?

"Sister Yun, what did Aunt Sheng see? Why is she angry?" Yan Liang asked.

"I don't know either. As usual, after sending Chenchen to kindergarten, the old lady was reading in the study. I gave her a cup of coffee and then left."

Yan Liang nodded, took out his cell phone and wanted to ask Sheng Boyan, but then he remembered what Sister Yun had just relayed to him, so he gave up the idea and decided to call again tomorrow morning to ask if there was anything he could do to help.